“How old are you, young man?” Grandma Lucy asked West. The old woman hadn’t left their side since Justine headed to the gate with her son.
“I’m four,” he answered, beaming proudly.
“Four? Wow. You’re awful big for your age.”
West grinned at the apparent compliment. Justine wondered how it was that adults could make comments like that about children’s body size and shape without it coming across as aggressive or rude. She also didn’t appreciate how Grandma Lucy was addressing West and not herself, but to be fair, Justine hadn’t done much more than answer the old woman’s questions with monosyllables.
“And are you a Christian, West?” Grandma Lucy asked, leaning in toward him. “Do you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?”
Good grief. Was this eccentric stranger really about to sta
